She tried to
sit up, weakly, clinging to Bailey's shoulder. The color returned
to her cheeks, the stupor left her eyes.
She gave the Hidden Room a hunted little glance and then shuddered
violently.
"Please close that awful door," she said in a tremulous voice. "I
don't want to see it again."
The detective went silently to close the iron doors. "What happened
to you? Can't you remember?" faltered Bailey, on his knees at her side.
The shadow of an old terror lay on the girl's face, "I was in here
alone in the dark," she began slowly--"Then, as I looked at the
doorway there, I saw there was somebody there. He came in and
closed the door. I didn't know what to do, so I slipped in--there,
and after a while I knew he was coming in too, for he couldn't get
out. Then I must have fainted."
"There was nothing about the figure that you recognized?"
"No. Nothing."
"But we know it was the Bat," put in Miss Cornelia. The detective
laughed sardonically. The old duel of opposing theories between the
two seemed about to recommence.
"Still harping on the Bat!" he said, with a little sneer, Miss
Cornelia stuck to her guns.
"I have every reason to believe that the Bat is in this house,"
she said.
The detective gave another jarring, mirthless laugh. "And that he
took the Union Bank money out of the safe, I suppose?" he jeered.
"No, Miss Van Gorder."
He wheeled on the Doctor now.
"Ask the Doctor who took the Union Bank money out of that safe!" he
thundered.
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